Atatürk Al Erkek Öğrenci Pansiyonu

Disgusting

I stayed in this dormitory for 2 years in 2004 and 2005. It was the home of persecution I have seen in my life. The strange coming from the countryside was a home where the sons were disgraced and the brain was washed. At 15 o'clock, the students would sleep in the garden in the dormitory garden, the masjid, the students would sleep with stinking socks in their shoes all day, and the smell of saliva would be mixed with this smell. The students who slept in a chair in their study atutus and fell asleep on the table designed dollars. The reason is that he closed the ladder to the dormitory with a metal fence and a door and locked. Food is eaten at 17 o'clock, then the lesson is studied, and at 9 o'clock the bed household will be opened. 99.9% of the dormitory was Sunni and a few flame students. No referral paper was given to the doctor to go to the doctorate when the students got sick. Let him live from the teacher and the artillery god. They were thought to be tailed. Alevi children would be humiliated for not fasting. Cooks would swear. 80% of the Sunni section had the home of the Nurcu community at the back of the country, and there, the books of the nursery and the fetullah Gülen were read. They would draw the children to themselves with a tea and a few fruit treats. Children would go with pure innocent feelings and listen to advice from the brothers. He always served super food on Fridays. But because the dormitory was closing, they gave a variety of canned food in the warehouse for 1 month to finish. I disgusted I still don't eat from this meal. Making a bonus is a disgrace. If bleeding water flowed, cold water would not flow, if cold water flowed, hot water would not flow. Showers were taken with ice cold water. Maybe at 5 in the morning it would be a bit glorious in terms of water. But if the teachers got into the shower, water would run out of them superbly. Children taking a shower with ice-cold water just because I was cuddled. In this period like an open prison, the only memories I have been happy were when we gathered cherries, quince and plums in the vineyards and went to fish in Çorum dam. There was no Hitit university yet. There was no building other than the gendarmerie. There was only a fairground void. It was a privilege to the one who did not have the opportunity, but living inside knows. A disgrace.